When I up in the club, I'm mad shit, up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on Gin, Sip, Sippin' on Jack, Slip $60 in her panties with my on the back
the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we know that, And baby chases like she don't what she's seeing, I was steady, you were
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and mad bottles tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight
Uh, yeah, good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds
When I up in the club, I'm mad dumb, lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some," 'Cause I'm sippin' on Jack, Sip, Sippin' on Gin, Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I them as my friends
'Cause the is in the Kodak, The in a dark and vacant corner, You freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, we that, And baby chases like she don't what she's seeing, I was steady, you fleeting
bitch, 'Cause seen it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I want you to know, bitch, bitch, 'Cause I've it before, bitch, And I don't anymore, bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight, Punk whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, bitch, Whoa oh, We datin' mad and poppin' mad bottles tonight
it down, the nice, 'Cause I just can't coming back
bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch, Yeah, bitch,
You put my in a box, It was the one your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in pocket, Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all done, I be trapped inside that locket
You put my in a box, It was the one inside locket, What to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your say to come, But your eyes say I should it, If I all I've done, I would be inside that locket
You put my picture in a box (cause seen it before) It was the one your locket, happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore) Your say to come, But eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know) If I regret all done, I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad tonight)